((Others car porn for Natsie))
((Because she suggested it so nicely. ♥
For reference: one of Mello's cars is black with all pink leather interior. Matt thinks this is hilarious. Mello's punched Matt in the face before for telling him the car is like a 10-year-old girl's Barbie toy. That's your set up.
It shouldn't be the first thought that comes to his mind, but Matt can't stop from noting to himself he's never had sex anywhere quite this pink before. His flushed cheek is sticking obnoxiously to the bright-hued leather underneath it, while his hands dig for grip anywhere they can to hold his body relatively still. He knows he must be drooling all over Mello's car seat but to stop he'd have to close his mouth- which is damn difficult when Mello's got him on his knees, fucking him into the cool leather like there's a point to prove. Actually, Mello does have a point to prove, probably something Matt can approximate to: "Don't make fun of my car with the pink leather interior, bitch."
He was only joking about it a little this time, something innocuous about goth girls and their dream cars. Apparently that was enough to set Mello off, because the next thing Matt knew, Mello was shoving him into the back seat roughly and telling him he better have lube with him, for his ass's sake. Fortunately for Matt (and his ass), cargo pants allow for all sorts of things shoved into the pockets, including but not limited to knives, cigarettes, lollipops, and tubes of lubricant; otherwise, this sticky session would have been a lot more uncomfortable.
Matt's breath hitches up further when Mello lets go of his well-clawed hips and reaches around to grab his cock. Mello's strokes are hard and fast and Matt can't help but jerk and try to press into Mello's hand and back onto his dick at the same time, which leads mostly to Matt twitching and letting out frustrated groans. Mello notices (of course) and laughs like the smug prick he is, thrusting particularly viciously into Matt and snickering more when he cries out in pleasure. "You love that, right, you little slut?" Mello purrs like a panther with its prey by the throat, and damn if that voice doesn't set off Matt right there. Through his shuddering climax he can hear Mello breathlessly laughing again. "Fuck, you really are such an easy whore."
It's not long until Mello's coming inside him with a sharp hissing string of curses. Matt can't move his hips lower even when Mello pulls out and leans back against the car door. "I think I might be stuck in this position," he moans, which sets Mello cackling again. "You asked for it. Now move, or we'll be more than fashionably late."
Matt whimpers and unclenches his hands from the pink leather, sitting up with plentiful popping of his spine. "I need to clean up somehow," he pants, rubbing his hand over his (possibly permanently, jesus christ) crease-marked cheek. He looks over his shoulder in time to get a rag thrown in his face, one that Mello's already used to clean himself, Matt notes with vague annoyance. There's old blood stains on it as well, which is probably the main reason the rag was tucked away in one of the pockets of the car. He reaches between his legs and does his best to clean himself- there won't be any stains, at least. When he lowers the rag to get the rest of the mess off the seats, Mello leans forward and grabs it back with a smirk.
"Clean the rest up with your tongue," he orders calmly. Matt rolls his eyes and pulls his pants back up before shifting to the car floor where he can get his tongue at the splatters of come and and saliva. "I thought we were in a hurry," Matt says when he finishes, favoring Mello with a sarcastic grin. It's not like he minds. Mello pulls him over by the shirt collar for a sloppy kiss, one hand groping Matt's ass. "That was worth it, and don't question me," he retorts, biting Matt's lip hard enough to leave bloody teeth marks for emphasis before shoving the skinny man off of him. "Get in the front and let's go bitch, you look good when you're obviously freshly fucked."))
For reference: one of Mello's cars is black with all pink leather interior. Matt thinks this is hilarious. Mello's punched Matt in the face before for telling him the car is like a 10-year-old girl's Barbie toy. That's your set up.
It shouldn't be the first thought that comes to his mind, but Matt can't stop from noting to himself he's never had sex anywhere quite this pink before. His flushed cheek is sticking obnoxiously to the bright-hued leather underneath it, while his hands dig for grip anywhere they can to hold his body relatively still. He knows he must be drooling all over Mello's car seat but to stop he'd have to close his mouth- which is damn difficult when Mello's got him on his knees, fucking him into the cool leather like there's a point to prove. Actually, Mello does have a point to prove, probably something Matt can approximate to: "Don't make fun of my car with the pink leather interior, bitch."
He was only joking about it a little this time, something innocuous about goth girls and their dream cars. Apparently that was enough to set Mello off, because the next thing Matt knew, Mello was shoving him into the back seat roughly and telling him he better have lube with him, for his ass's sake. Fortunately for Matt (and his ass), cargo pants allow for all sorts of things shoved into the pockets, including but not limited to knives, cigarettes, lollipops, and tubes of lubricant; otherwise, this sticky session would have been a lot more uncomfortable.
Matt's breath hitches up further when Mello lets go of his well-clawed hips and reaches around to grab his cock. Mello's strokes are hard and fast and Matt can't help but jerk and try to press into Mello's hand and back onto his dick at the same time, which leads mostly to Matt twitching and letting out frustrated groans. Mello notices (of course) and laughs like the smug prick he is, thrusting particularly viciously into Matt and snickering more when he cries out in pleasure. "You love that, right, you little slut?" Mello purrs like a panther with its prey by the throat, and damn if that voice doesn't set off Matt right there. Through his shuddering climax he can hear Mello breathlessly laughing again. "Fuck, you really are such an easy whore."
It's not long until Mello's coming inside him with a sharp hissing string of curses. Matt can't move his hips lower even when Mello pulls out and leans back against the car door. "I think I might be stuck in this position," he moans, which sets Mello cackling again. "You asked for it. Now move, or we'll be more than fashionably late."
Matt whimpers and unclenches his hands from the pink leather, sitting up with plentiful popping of his spine. "I need to clean up somehow," he pants, rubbing his hand over his (possibly permanently, jesus christ) crease-marked cheek. He looks over his shoulder in time to get a rag thrown in his face, one that Mello's already used to clean himself, Matt notes with vague annoyance. There's old blood stains on it as well, which is probably the main reason the rag was tucked away in one of the pockets of the car. He reaches between his legs and does his best to clean himself- there won't be any stains, at least. When he lowers the rag to get the rest of the mess off the seats, Mello leans forward and grabs it back with a smirk.
"Clean the rest up with your tongue," he orders calmly. Matt rolls his eyes and pulls his pants back up before shifting to the car floor where he can get his tongue at the splatters of come and and saliva. "I thought we were in a hurry," Matt says when he finishes, favoring Mello with a sarcastic grin. It's not like he minds. Mello pulls him over by the shirt collar for a sloppy kiss, one hand groping Matt's ass. "That was worth it, and don't question me," he retorts, biting Matt's lip hard enough to leave bloody teeth marks for emphasis before shoving the skinny man off of him. "Get in the front and let's go bitch, you look good when you're obviously freshly fucked."))